| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Recruit by Honore de Balzac: young man in a brown jacket, called a "carmagnole," worn de rigueur at
that period, was making his way to Carentan. When drafts for the army
were first instituted, there was little or no discipline. The
requirements of the moment did not allow the Republic to equip its
soldiers immediately, and it was not an unusual thing to see the roads
covered with recruits, who were still wearing citizen's dress. These
young men either preceded or lagged behind their respective
battalions, according to their power of enduring the fatigues of a
long march.
The young man of whom we are now speaking, was much in advance of a
column of recruits, known to be on its way from Cherbourg, which the
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Ferragus by Honore de Balzac: As she uttered that lie she was smiling and imperturbable; she played
with her fan; but if any one had passed a hand down her back they
would, perhaps, have found it moist. At that instant Auguste
remembered the instructions of the vidame.
"Then it was some one who strangely resembled you," he said, with a
credulous air.
"Monsieur," she replied, "if you are capable of following a woman and
detecting her secrets, you will allow me to say that it is a wrong, a
very wrong thing, and I do you the honor to say that I disbelieve
you."
The baron turned away, placed himself before the fireplace and seemed
Ferragus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The White Moll by Frank L. Packard: dis straight right off de bat wid Danglar." His whispering voice
was labored, panting; they were climbing up the steps now. "Youse
take de money to my room, Pinkie, an' wait fer me. I won't be much
more'n half an hour. Nan, youse beat it fer yer garret, an' stay
dere!"
They were outside. The Pug had disappeared in the darkness. Pinkie
was closing, and evidently fastening, the trap-door.
"The other way, Nan!" he flung out, as she started to run. "That
takes you to the other street, an' they can't get around that way
without goin' around the whole block. Me for a fence I knows about,
an' we gives 'em the merry laugh! Go on!"
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